I awake with this:
A burden on my eyes;
The weight of tomorrow.
My future sight,
Too young dies.
I cannot see I must borrow.
What I thought I saw was not,
The sight isn’t what I sought,
But the goal of bliss.
There’s no weight,
No burden on these eyes.
A load never meant to carry.
Now to seek only light
And darkness to despise,
My anxiety: another body to bury.

In the silence we are one.
Let us go and have some fun.
In her sleeping, mother purring.
Our quiet keeps her from stirring.
In the shadows we are home,
A little place to call our own.
Mothers eyes are open watching,
To the hunt, us, she is calling.
She will show us many things,
Like what the silent night-time brings.
All of this and more we’ll learn:
Where to go straight and where to turn.
She tells us that when we’re older
We, not she, will be the shoulder
For the younger ones to borrow
Who will walk this earth tomorrow.

Who can own him: entropy?
What is said and seen the way that we,
Commit all of this to memory,
Would reflect in what we say.
Times weathering isn’t seen today.
Entropy, disorder, decline, decay,
All too slowly move, we can’t observe.
Tomorrow forgotten, we only self-serve.
It is as much as we deserve.
So we take entropy, our prize.
Every moment we despise,
Each other.
For taking too long to decide.
Which way to go, which path to take:
The way to reverse this,
Or the easy one?
Running out of time,
This decision we must make.

That was just another day
The cat sits and stares, and seems to say:
“Rest, this is the end of your trail.
Tomorrow is a different tale.
This day was one and tomorrow the same.”
Day in day out, nothing much changed.
The voices follow me home, but i decline to listen.
Morning sunlight on the dew drops glisten.
A sleepless night behind.
The cold dawn responds in kind,
And without noticing, slips by,
One into the next and I cry.
This is the day I deserve to die.
But so was yesterday and so is tomorrow,
Not knowing which is which,
From the future, time I’ll borrow.

The towering titan tomorrow brings,
Such feelings of fear and uncertainty,
That I, small and weak, am afraid to sing,
Anything but doom, for that’s all I see.
And when the sunset transforms into dawn,
Nearly overcome for what awaits me,
Here I’ve been fearing this end all along.
Now no longer! From this I will not flee!
Accepting this as inevitable,
I will stand my ground and give it my best!
Not a question of whether I’m able,
It matters to me not. I’ll pass this test!
If not I’ll become stronger through fire.
If so, gain knowledge that won’t expire.

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ChainsawPenguin is a collection of some of my writings, mostly poems, that I've put together based on content. Please share any comments, criticism, or questions you may have as I would love to hear from you and I would be appreciative of the feedback.
I hope that you will enjoy reading my works as much as I have enjoyed writing them. Thanks for the visit!
-Lee